people want to say shit like, you know, “what people do to you doesn't become you.” or, like, “you aren't your past.” or all this other shit, “aww boo hoo you're not damaged.” well, ykw, this shit damages us. it seeps into our brains and molds our emotional and psychological development, absolutely. but the good thing about being human is that we have the ability to make better choices than the ones people made for us. we can choose more, choose better.
did we learn to walk through the fire, did we learn to be kind to others? did we learn that sometimes there isn't a ceiling for pain? sometimes i like to think of my trauma as lessons. did we learn that sometimes people aren't any less f*cked up than the capuchin monkeys whose mothers bash in their infant's skulls for sport? brains are like genetics. one wrong fold, one misfired synapse.
what can we carry forward, you know? whether or not you're defined by this shit, because i know i am. but at the end of the day, damage isn't everything. we've all got damage. it's not the end, it's not a value judgment.
i think that's where we get all of these cognitive distortions from, like, we view humans the same way we view coffee makers. if it's broken, throw it out. but for humans, when we're broken, we still have intrinsic worth and value to offer, because humans aren't designed to just do one thing and then when that's broken we're thrown out. we don't just make coffee, that's it, done. we still have the capacity, through our actions, to introduce elements of good into the world.
whether or not we're damaged, or whether or not we're even remotely functional. damage isn't a value judgment, not when it's applied to humans.